Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,

Again. I am the chosen no hand saves: —Louise Bogan
And madness chooses out my voice again,
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again. I am the chosen no hand saves: —Louise Bogan
Again. I am the chosen no hand saves:
—Louise Bogan

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